Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.